Stiles was already muttering and getting helped over to the couch. "Hey, all I said was that he looked like a jerk in person. I didn't think that deserved that kind of reaction!" He looked over at Mitch and asked, "Did you call him a jerk too?"
Mitch shook his head and sat down on the other end of the couch. It didn't hurt too much right now, but he knew once his adrenaline wore off, he was going to feel it all. "You should have gone. He could have used you against me. More so than he already was..."
He could help but to reach up and touch the spots where he had been hit. He was bleeding. And it was slowly starting to hurt. "Hey," he said as he reached up and grabbed her by the wrist so that she would stop for the moment. "I know that look. I'm fine."